I find waves of sentiment washing across my mood; this experience, with this boat and this crew, won’t be repeated. And it is precious.
Aboard the Arabella: Tied up to a Buoy off Martha’s Vineyard, August 16
All our plans changed, again, when a very stiff wind made it impractical to motor to Nantucket.
Aboard the Arabella: Setting Sail, August 15
Five or six hours of rolling on the Arabella laid several passengers low, knocked out by nausea and Dramamine on the boat’s benches, covered with blankets, solicitous husbands bringing wet washrags to put across their foreheads.
Aboard the Arabella: Newport Harbor, August 15
Young and curly-headed, Captain Mike seems to have some of the fishy nature (so-called) of the captains who manned the whaling ships out of Nantucket in the last century.